Lyrics: Brandy Clark/Shane McAnally
Music: Brandy Clark/Shane McAnally
Dad was a Clyde, ma was a Bonnie
My brother a con, my sister a connie
And then they had me, a fly in the ointment
In a long line of hustlers, a big disappointment
I got the charm and I got the looks
Got my DNA from the world's finest crooks
A professional poser
A counterfeit cad
Why can't I be better
At just bein' bad?
（You can do better, can do better, can do better）
（If only you could be better at just bein' bad）
A disgrace to my fam'ly
Mocked by the mob
'Cause I robbed a bank that had already been robbed
My pyramid schemes all turn into squares
When I need a strike
I'm always a spare
Oh, but I could be king
If I could just find the pawn
Oh, I'd be a pro
At bein' a con
The tables I'd run
The numbers I'd pad
If I could be better
At just bein' bad!
I could dig my way out of this ditch
If I had just one more wagon to hitch
Be a plaid-wearing, really rich son of a bitch like my dad
I gotta get better
Or I'll end up deader
Unless I get better
At just bein' bad!
（You can do better, just do better）
（Just be better at bad!）